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'You think like that because you do not know convent life. There is, I assure you, plenty to do, plenty to think about. 'Fancy, they hardly ever speak, only at certain hours, said Mrs. Lahens. 'It is the getting up at four o'clock in the morning that seems to me the worst part, said Miss Dare. 'The monotony, said St.
'We were very sorry to lose her, said Father White, 'and she was sorry to leave, but it would not be right for her to take vows to enter a severe order until she has seen the world and had opportunities of knowing if she has a vocation. On that point I shall be very firm with her, you can rely on me, Mrs. Lahens. 'I'm afraid that she will never care for society.
I hope that this new idea of his is only a freak. He will soon tire of his task of censor of morals. Meanwhile, we are to be most guarded in our conversation. And as for you 'What has he got against me? and Lord Chadwick looked at Mrs. Lahens. 'About me! he repeated, 'Nonsense. 'I don't mean that he's jealous, but he thinks that we should not continue to see one another.
He wished every one had been there. His wife was in splendid voice. It was a treat, and the public thought so too. Agnes listened and was touched by her father's admiration and love for her mother. But very soon she perceived that the others were listening superciliously. Suddenly Mrs. Lahens intervened.
At five o'clock the ladies had tea, very often the men chose brandies and sodas; cigarettes were permitted, and in these influences all the scandals of the fair ran glibly from the tongue, and surprising were the imaginations of Mrs. Lahens' scandalous brain.
Two large vases hinted at some vulgarity of taste; a grand piano in the back room suggested a love of music, and Mrs. Lahens had but to sing a few notes to leave no doubt that she had bestowed much care on the cultivation of her voice. But method only disguised its cracks and thinness as powder and rouge did the fading and withering of her skin. She was like her voice.
Besides, she would meet the men again at dinner, so it would be just as well to save her little store of conversation. She did not want to appear more foolish and ignorant than she could help. After dinner, Mrs. Lahens and Lilian Dare went off somewhere in a hansom. They often went to the theatre. Sometimes Agnes went with them. She had been twice to the theatre.
'Where is your father? he said. 'Major Lahens will tell me, he knows, I suppose, all about it. Calm yourself, Agnes. Tell me where your father is, that will be sufficient. 'Father is walking round the Square. But don't leave me, don't. I cannot remain in this room alone, she said, looking round with a frightened air. 'I'll wait till he comes in. 'He may not come in for hours.
He was a good-looking solicitor, he was a good- looking officer; the eyes were attractive; the nose was too large, but it was well-shaped; a heavy military moustache curled over his cheeks, and, as he stood nodding his head, delighted with the music, the seeming commonness of his appearance wore away. Her song finished, Mrs. Lahens got up from the piano.
They rarely assembled less than six or seven to lunch; after lunch they went to the drawing-room, and the eternal discussion on the relations of the sexes was only interrupted by the piano. St. Clare played better than Lord Chadwick, but Mrs. Lahens preferred Lord Chadwick to accompany her. He followed her voice, always making the most of it.
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